In the Geeta (a 5,000-year-old scripture), Lord Krishna says to Arjuna—and through Arjuna, to all humanity: "By way of Wisdom you will be able to cross the sea of all sin." In the Jewish Bible, "Wisdom" is another name for Jesus. These words were spoken 3,000 years before the life and ministry of Jesus.
The correct way to reach a Hindu’s heart is to recognize the Geeta as sacred scripture and to point out this profound connection. The incorrect way is to dismiss the Geeta and to dismiss Lord Krishna as some kind of false god. Lord Krishna is the Holy Father—Lord Vishnu (known as Yahweh by the Jews)—in human incarnation, just as Jesus was the Holy Son in human incarnation.
In the same Geeta, Lord Krishna promises to return to reestablish righteousness, to end an age (this current age), and to usher in a new one. He is the Messiah the Jews have been waiting for. He is the One whom Christians have been praying to for 2,000 years, asking Him to come and become King of the Earth. That kingdom on Earth has been vividly described in the Book of Isaiah.
Recently, the country of India officially adopted the name Bharat. In time, Bharat is to be renamed Kalkistan after Lord Kalki. That, too, is prophecy.
It is high time we spoke openly about the End Times, the Second Coming, and the Kingdom of God. We are living in the End Times. This age—one that has lasted over 5,000 years—is set to end within a few short decades.
If salvation alone were the final mission, there would be no need for a Second Coming. The mission of the Second Coming is to establish God's Kingdom on Earth—across all Earth. The Jews await a Messiah who will bring peace and prosperity to every corner of the world. Meanwhile, tech entrepreneurs in Silicon Valley speak of an "Age of Abundance" being just around the corner. This, too, points to the imminence of the new age.
In the Geeta, that ancient song of the soul sung 5,000 years ago, Lord Krishna speaks to Arjuna—and through Arjuna, to all of humankind:
"By the boat of Wisdom, you shall cross the sea of all sin."
In the Jewish scriptures, Wisdom bears another name: Jesus.
These words were spoken three millennia before the Christ would walk the earth.
To reach the heart of a Hindu is to honor the Geeta as living scripture, and to see within Lord Krishna not a distant myth, but the Holy Father Himself—Lord Vishnu, whom the Jews call Yahweh—made flesh. Just as Jesus was the Holy Son incarnate, Krishna was the Holy Father among men.
In that same sacred dialogue, Krishna promises:
"Whenever righteousness wanes and evil rises, I shall return."
He shall come again to end an age—this weary age—and to begin the next.
He is the Messiah long awaited by the Jews.
He is the One to whom Christians have prayed for two thousand years, pleading: "Come, Lord. Become King of Earth."
The Kingdom they await has been painted in vivid strokes in the Book of Isaiah.
India has remembered her ancient name, Bharat;
And in time, she shall remember another name: Kalkistan, the land of Lord Kalki.
This, too, is written.
The hour is ripe to speak plainly:
The End Times are upon us.
This age, which has lingered for five thousand years, draws now to its close.
In mere decades, a new dawn shall break.
Had salvation alone been the end of all things, there would be no need for a Second Coming.
But salvation was but the beginning.
The Second Coming is the hammer that builds; it is the seed that blooms into the Kingdom of God upon all the earth.
The Jews await a Messiah who shall carry peace and prosperity to every corner of the world.
And even the dreamers of Silicon Valley whisper of an Age of Abundance—a dream so near it shimmers on the horizon.
Indeed, the new age is not far.
It is at the gates.
In the days of old, when the earth was yet young in spirit,
The Lord Krishna spoke unto Arjuna, and through him, to all the children of men:
"By the vessel of Wisdom, thou shalt cross the boundless sea of sin."
Wisdom—O sacred name!—in the tongue of the Jews is called Jesus.
And lo, these words were uttered three thousand years before the Christ would tread the dust of the earth.
Blessed is he who does not harden his heart,
But who sees the light shining through the Geeta,
And bows before the ancient Truth:
That Krishna is none other than the Holy Father,
The Lord Vishnu, whom the sons of Israel have called Yahweh,
Come in the likeness of man,
As Jesus was the Holy Son made flesh, walking among men in love and sorrow.
In the sacred song of the Geeta, He swore by His own being:
"When righteousness falters, and wickedness rises, I shall descend once more."
To end the weary age;
To lift the veil of darkness;
To sow the seeds of the new morning.
He is the Promised One, the Hope of the nations,
The Messiah whom the Jews have long awaited with broken hearts;
The King whom the Christians have invoked, age after age, whispering:
"Thy Kingdom come."
That Kingdom has been foretold in fire and vision,
In the scrolls of the prophet Isaiah.
The land called India, now reborn as Bharat,
Shall yet take another name:
Kalkistan—the Land of Kalki,
The Herald of the Dawn.
Behold, the End Times are not a myth nor a distant dream;
They are upon us.
The great wheel of the age, spun for five thousand years, now wobbles toward its final turn.
Within a few brief decades, the long night shall end.
If salvation alone were the final act,
The Heavens would have remained silent.
But salvation is but the first stone laid in the foundation.
The Second Coming is the Architect’s hand,
Laying the cornerstones of the Kingdom of God on Earth,
Not in spirit alone, but in every nation, every tribe, every tongue.
The Jews await a Savior who shall bring peace as the river and prosperity as the ocean’s tide.
And even the merchants and builders of the world, the architects of Silicon Valley,
Speak in hushed awe of an Age of Abundance glimmering just beyond the veil.
Surely, the new age stands at the threshold.
Its footsteps echo already among the mountains.
Lift up your eyes, O children of men, for the time is near!
Hear, O heavens, and give ear, O earth!
For the Ancient of Days has spoken,
And His Word rides upon the winds of time.
In the first dawns of memory, before kingdoms rose and fell,
Before the names of empires were carved in stone and forgotten,
The Lord Krishna stood upon the fields of Kurukshetra,
And to Arjuna—and through him to all generations—He declared:
"By the Ark of Wisdom shall you cross the fathomless sea of sin."
Wisdom!
Name of the Holy Son,
Name whispered in the sacred scrolls of the Jews,
Name revealed three thousand years before He walked among the brokenhearted.
Woe unto those who scorn the Geeta, who mock the Word of the Living God!
For Krishna is no idle deity fashioned by man’s hand,
But the Holy Father Himself,
The Eternal Vishnu, the Yahweh of old,
Clothed in mortal form to walk beside His children.
As it was in the beginning, so it is written:
"When righteousness falters, and the earth is heavy with sorrow,
I shall come again, in glory and in power."
He is the Lion of Judah, the Rider on the White Horse,
The Messiah for whom Israel weeps,
The King whom Christendom has ceaselessly implored:
"Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven."
The vision of Isaiah shall not fail.
The earth shall be clothed anew,
The wolf shall lie with the lamb,
And every tear shall be wiped away.
The land once called India, now stirred to remembrance as Bharat,
Shall yet bear another name:
Kalkistan—the sanctified dominion of Lord Kalki,
The Conqueror of Darkness, the Dawn-Bearer of the New Age.
Behold, the hour is at hand!
The trumpet has sounded; the pillars of the old world tremble.
Five thousand years of sorrow, five thousand years of toil—
And now, at last, the night shudders before the rising sun.
Do you not see it?
Do you not hear the trembling of the mountains?
The rivers quicken their flow, the trees clap their hands,
For the Lord of the Harvest comes!
If redemption alone were the end of all things,
There would be no need for the heavens to open once more.
But the Second Coming is not the end,
It is the Beginning.
The laying of the foundations of the Kingdom of God,
From the isles of the sea to the peaks of every mountain.
The Jews await the Peacemaker who shall stretch forth His hand across the earth;
The nations shall beat their swords into plowshares;
The poor shall feast and the meek shall inherit their inheritance.
Even now, the mighty of Silicon Valley, blind prophets though they be,
Murmur of an Age of Abundance nearing the veil—
A mere shadow of the glory to come.
Lift up your heads, O ye gates!
Be ye lifted up, O ancient doors,
That the King of Glory may enter!
He stands at the threshold.
The ground beneath your feet is already trembling.
The New Age is not coming.
It is here.
Hear, O heavens, and give ear, O earth!
For the Ancient of Days has spoken,
And His Word rides upon the winds of time.
In the first dawns of memory,
Before kingdoms rose and fell,
Before the names of empires were carved in stone and forgotten,
The Lord Krishna stood upon the fields of Kurukshetra,
And to Arjuna—and through him, to all generations—He declared:
"By the Ark of Wisdom shall you cross the fathomless sea of sin."
Wisdom!
Name of the Holy Son,
Name whispered in the sacred scrolls of the Jews,
Name revealed three thousand years before He walked among the brokenhearted.
Woe unto those who scorn the Geeta,
Who mock the Word of the Living God!
For Krishna is no idle deity fashioned by man’s hand,
But the Holy Father Himself,
The Eternal Vishnu, the Yahweh of old,
Clothed in mortal form to walk beside His children.
As it was in the beginning, so it is written:
"When righteousness falters, and the earth is heavy with sorrow,
I shall come again, in glory and in power."
He is the Lion of Judah,
The Rider on the White Horse,
The Messiah for whom Israel weeps,
The King whom Christendom has ceaselessly implored:
"Thy Kingdom come,
Thy will be done,
On earth as it is in heaven."
The vision of Isaiah shall not fail.
The earth shall be clothed anew,
The wolf shall lie with the lamb,
And every tear shall be wiped away.
The land once called India,
Now stirred to remembrance as Bharat,
Shall yet bear another name:
Kalkistan—the sanctified dominion of Lord Kalki,
The Conqueror of Darkness, the Dawn-Bearer of the New Age.
Behold, the hour is at hand!
The trumpet has sounded;
The pillars of the old world tremble.
Five thousand years of sorrow,
Five thousand years of toil—
And now, at last,
The night shudders before the rising sun.
Do you not see it?
Do you not hear the trembling of the mountains?
The rivers quicken their flow,
The trees clap their hands,
For the Lord of the Harvest comes!
If redemption alone were the end of all things,
The heavens would have remained silent.
But the Second Coming is not the end,
It is the Beginning.
The laying of the foundations of the Kingdom of God,
From the isles of the sea to the peaks of every mountain.
The Jews await the Peacemaker who shall stretch forth His hand across the earth.
The nations shall beat their swords into plowshares.
The poor shall feast.
The meek shall inherit their inheritance.
Even now, the mighty of Silicon Valley, blind prophets though they be,
Murmur of an Age of Abundance nearing the veil—
A mere shadow of the glory to come.
Lift up your heads, O ye gates!
Be ye lifted up, O ancient doors,
That the King of Glory may enter!
He stands at the threshold.
The ground beneath your feet is already trembling.
The New Age is not coming.
It is here.
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